Well, I have to say it is great to be back in front of the electric typewriter constructing a column once again.
Many of you, no doubt, have been wondering where I have been for the past few weeks. Have I been ill? Caught working hard in the All Blacks' successful World Cup campaign? Or perhaps enrolled by the editor in an exclusive creative writing course in Detroit?
The answer is far simpler: I have been using alcohol heavily of late and, as a result, have not been able to file any complete or coherent columns worth publishing. That is not to say that I didn't file any, just that what I did file wasn't published.
On re-reading a couple of them, I now see that the editor was right not to publish them and why he was forced to bring in run-of-the-mill, but sober, writers to do the job. I would like to thank them for their efforts and will be keeping their contacts for my ever-expanding ghost writer database.
I remember sending one column in and, on rejection, I ended up in a drunken argument/brawl with the editor. The situation played out much like that of a drunk man refused entry to a nightclub. The more you argue, the more they are justified in refusing you entry - it is a real catch 22.